Learning a Lesson
Title: Learning a Lesson
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, spanking
Word count: 1100
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for jean_c_pepper, who asked for more of Headmaster!Harry verse with bossy!Harry.
Summary: Professor Malfoy is late, and he needs to learn a lesson.
Professor Malfoy was late, and the Headmaster was both amused and annoyed. Harry enjoyed Draco's feisty spirit, but he was aching for his lover at the moment, and he didn't appreciate Draco's tardiness. As Harry debated the merits of finding Draco and dragging him, kicking and cursing no doubt, back to his quarters, there was a knock on the door.
Harry opened the door and gestured for Draco to come in.
"My apologies for being late, Headmaster," drawled the professor.
"Were you busy marking essays?" asked Harry. Even as he engaged in small talk, he was unbuttoning his shirt.
Draco shrugged. "I simply lost track of time," he said.
Harry clenched his teeth. He had been painfully aroused for over an hour, and his vexatious lover had lost track of time?! Clearly, Draco needed to be taught a lesson.
Harry paused with his shirt unbuttoned and hanging from his shoulders. He didn't miss the way Draco's eyes were drawn to his chest. "Tell me, Professor Malfoy," began Harry, "if one of your students was late to class and gave the excuse of 'I lost track of time', what would you do?"
Draco's gaze snapped up to meet Harry's, and a dull flush suffused his face. "I'm a professor, not a student, Potter."
"Headmaster Potter," Harry corrected him automatically. "Answer the question, Professor."
Draco's tongue flicked out to wet his lips. "I would punish said student, Headmaster," he replied quietly.
"An appropriate response, Malfoy," Harry nodded. "Now, for your punishment, would you prefer the paddle or my hand?"
"I beg your pardon?!"
"I have deemed that your punishment shall be a spanking, Professor Malfoy," said Harry. "Which shall it be? The paddle or my hand?"
Draco sputtered and seethed, but Harry's stern gaze never wavered. Finally, Draco cracked. "Your hand, Headmaster," he hissed.
"As you wish, Professor," said Harry. "Please remove your clothing and join me in my bedchamber, where I will administer your punishment." Without waiting for a reply, Harry headed for his bedroom. Along the way, he shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it carelessly over a nearby chair.
Harry entered the bedroom and left the door open. He wondered if Draco would bolt. Harry would be furious if he did, but on the other hand...oh, the punishment he could mete out for such a transgression!
Several moments passed before Draco stomped into the bedroom, completely naked, fuming and aroused.
"Bend over, hands on the bed," said Harry.
Draco sent him a final glare before doing as instructed. He leaned over, bracing his palms on Harry's duvet. He spread his feet apart for balance, leaving him in a rather vulnerable position.
Harry's cock flexed in his trousers, straining to get closer to the dusky, furled flesh of Draco's hole. Harry contemplated skipping the spanking altogether in favor of the immediate relief to be found by shagging Draco, but he firmed his resolve. Draco needed to be taught a lesson, after all.
Harry stepped up behind his lover and paused when he realized Draco's entrance glistened with oil. He grinned to himself. Draco may sputter and protest, but he loved a good shag as much as Harry did. Harry splayed one hand over Draco's lower back. "Are you ready?" he asked. He didn't wait for a reply before drawing his right hand back and swinging it forward forcefully.
Smack!
Draco yelped and swore vehemently.
"Count," ordered Harry.
"What?!"
"Do as I say, or your punishment will be double," growled Harry.
"One," spat Draco.
Smack!
"Two!"
Smack!
"Ow, damn it! Three!"
Harry continued landing one sharp swat after another to Draco's backside until the count reached fifteen. By that time, he was breathing hard, and Draco's arse was red hot. Harry smoothed a palm over his lover's heated flesh before reaching between Draco's legs. He found Draco's cock hard and swollen. Draco gasped and thrust himself into Harry's hand.
Harry wasted no time in undoing his trousers and pushing them down, along with his pants. His own cock sprang free, eager to consummate the rough foreplay. Harry palmed Draco's reddened arse cheeks and spread them. He lined his cock up and pushed past the ring of muscle at Draco's entrance, breaching his body and drawing groans from both of them. Harry pressed forward until his groin was resting against Draco's hot skin.
"Have you learned your lesson, Professor?" Harry gritted out.
"Shut up and shag me, Potter," snarled Draco. "Ouch!" he cried as Harry slapped his hip. "Headmaster Potter," Draco amended.
Harry smirked to himself. Draco was learning, and he deserved a reward. Harry drew back and thrust in again, trying a different angle. On his next stroke, he succeeded.
Draco moaned and twisted his hips. "There," he gasped.
Harry proceeded to hunch his hips in short, pumping motions, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth over Draco's prostate. Draco's weight shifted beneath him, alerting Harry to the fact that the professor was now actively pleasuring himself. Harry maintained the rhythm he had set, ignoring his own need to drive deep on each thrust.
"Oh god, Harry, don't stop," panted Draco. His hand flew up and down the length of his throbbing erection while he rocked back into Harry in an effort to increase the friction on his prostate. "Ah, ah, I'm going to ohfuckyes!"
Harry had to grip Draco's hips in both hands and hang on, lest he lose penetration as his lover undulated in front of him. The sensation of Draco's muscles tightening around his cock spurred Harry into motion again, and he resumed thrusting. This time, Harry gave in to his urge to pound inside of Draco, fast and hard. It didn't take long for Harry to seize up in an intense orgasm. His fingers dug into Draco's hips as he emptied himself inside of his lover.
Draco's arse was still a rosy hue when Harry eased out of him. He gave his lover's sore bum a fond pat as he stepped away from Draco and waved a cleaning charm over them both.
Draco stood up stiffly and turned to Harry with an expression that could best be described as a soft scowl. "Are we through here, Headmaster?" he asked, wincing as he reached back to rub his arse.
"For now," said Harry, favoring Draco with a cheeky grin. "I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow, Professor. Oh, and Draco?" Harry called, halting his lover's exit from the room. "Feel free to bring a cushion to sit on."
Verbal Seduction
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, spanking
Word count: 1100
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for jean_c_pepper, who asked for more of Headmaster!Harry verse with bossy!Harry.
Summary: Professor Malfoy is late, and he needs to learn a lesson.
Professor Malfoy was late, and the Headmaster was both amused and annoyed. Harry enjoyed Draco's feisty spirit, but he was aching for his lover at the moment, and he didn't appreciate Draco's tardiness. As Harry debated the merits of finding Draco and dragging him, kicking and cursing no doubt, back to his quarters, there was a knock on the door.
Harry opened the door and gestured for Draco to come in.
"My apologies for being late, Headmaster," drawled the professor.
"Were you busy marking essays?" asked Harry. Even as he engaged in small talk, he was unbuttoning his shirt.
Draco shrugged. "I simply lost track of time," he said.
Harry clenched his teeth. He had been painfully aroused for over an hour, and his vexatious lover had lost track of time?! Clearly, Draco needed to be taught a lesson.
Harry paused with his shirt unbuttoned and hanging from his shoulders. He didn't miss the way Draco's eyes were drawn to his chest. "Tell me, Professor Malfoy," began Harry, "if one of your students was late to class and gave the excuse of 'I lost track of time', what would you do?"
Draco's gaze snapped up to meet Harry's, and a dull flush suffused his face. "I'm a professor, not a student, Potter."
"Headmaster Potter," Harry corrected him automatically. "Answer the question, Professor."
Draco's tongue flicked out to wet his lips. "I would punish said student, Headmaster," he replied quietly.
"An appropriate response, Malfoy," Harry nodded. "Now, for your punishment, would you prefer the paddle or my hand?"
"I beg your pardon?!"
"I have deemed that your punishment shall be a spanking, Professor Malfoy," said Harry. "Which shall it be? The paddle or my hand?"
Draco sputtered and seethed, but Harry's stern gaze never wavered. Finally, Draco cracked. "Your hand, Headmaster," he hissed.
"As you wish, Professor," said Harry. "Please remove your clothing and join me in my bedchamber, where I will administer your punishment." Without waiting for a reply, Harry headed for his bedroom. Along the way, he shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it carelessly over a nearby chair.
Harry entered the bedroom and left the door open. He wondered if Draco would bolt. Harry would be furious if he did, but on the other hand...oh, the punishment he could mete out for such a transgression!
Several moments passed before Draco stomped into the bedroom, completely naked, fuming and aroused.
"Bend over, hands on the bed," said Harry.
Draco sent him a final glare before doing as instructed. He leaned over, bracing his palms on Harry's duvet. He spread his feet apart for balance, leaving him in a rather vulnerable position.
Harry's cock flexed in his trousers, straining to get closer to the dusky, furled flesh of Draco's hole. Harry contemplated skipping the spanking altogether in favor of the immediate relief to be found by shagging Draco, but he firmed his resolve. Draco needed to be taught a lesson, after all.
Harry stepped up behind his lover and paused when he realized Draco's entrance glistened with oil. He grinned to himself. Draco may sputter and protest, but he loved a good shag as much as Harry did. Harry splayed one hand over Draco's lower back. "Are you ready?" he asked. He didn't wait for a reply before drawing his right hand back and swinging it forward forcefully.
Smack!
Draco yelped and swore vehemently.
"Count," ordered Harry.
"What?!"
"Do as I say, or your punishment will be double," growled Harry.
"One," spat Draco.
Smack!
"Two!"
Smack!
"Ow, damn it! Three!"
Harry continued landing one sharp swat after another to Draco's backside until the count reached fifteen. By that time, he was breathing hard, and Draco's arse was red hot. Harry smoothed a palm over his lover's heated flesh before reaching between Draco's legs. He found Draco's cock hard and swollen. Draco gasped and thrust himself into Harry's hand.
Harry wasted no time in undoing his trousers and pushing them down, along with his pants. His own cock sprang free, eager to consummate the rough foreplay. Harry palmed Draco's reddened arse cheeks and spread them. He lined his cock up and pushed past the ring of muscle at Draco's entrance, breaching his body and drawing groans from both of them. Harry pressed forward until his groin was resting against Draco's hot skin.
"Have you learned your lesson, Professor?" Harry gritted out.
"Shut up and shag me, Potter," snarled Draco. "Ouch!" he cried as Harry slapped his hip. "Headmaster Potter," Draco amended.
Harry smirked to himself. Draco was learning, and he deserved a reward. Harry drew back and thrust in again, trying a different angle. On his next stroke, he succeeded.
Draco moaned and twisted his hips. "There," he gasped.
Harry proceeded to hunch his hips in short, pumping motions, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth over Draco's prostate. Draco's weight shifted beneath him, alerting Harry to the fact that the professor was now actively pleasuring himself. Harry maintained the rhythm he had set, ignoring his own need to drive deep on each thrust.
"Oh god, Harry, don't stop," panted Draco. His hand flew up and down the length of his throbbing erection while he rocked back into Harry in an effort to increase the friction on his prostate. "Ah, ah, I'm going to ohfuckyes!"
Harry had to grip Draco's hips in both hands and hang on, lest he lose penetration as his lover undulated in front of him. The sensation of Draco's muscles tightening around his cock spurred Harry into motion again, and he resumed thrusting. This time, Harry gave in to his urge to pound inside of Draco, fast and hard. It didn't take long for Harry to seize up in an intense orgasm. His fingers dug into Draco's hips as he emptied himself inside of his lover.
Draco's arse was still a rosy hue when Harry eased out of him. He gave his lover's sore bum a fond pat as he stepped away from Draco and waved a cleaning charm over them both.
Draco stood up stiffly and turned to Harry with an expression that could best be described as a soft scowl. "Are we through here, Headmaster?" he asked, wincing as he reached back to rub his arse.
"For now," said Harry, favoring Draco with a cheeky grin. "I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow, Professor. Oh, and Draco?" Harry called, halting his lover's exit from the room. "Feel free to bring a cushion to sit on."
Verbal Seduction